Oh, my sweet love
He built a rotary cuff
His shoulder got smashed
He's gotta mend and repair a device
To work where he got hit by the blast
Oh, woe is he
Unable to see in front of his face
A mistreated machine can start acting mean
It can crack up all over the place
Oh, injury
What a nasty wound
Here, let me see
If you put metal inside of a man
He can work much faster than you can
One kind of folk, they don't know it's broke
The others don't care
Since he got hurt
He don't go to work
We try to get by
He just sits in his chair with a glazed-over stare
We can't help but ask ourselves, why?
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